girls in summery blue dresses
with softly fluttering yellow tresses
drift across my waking dreams
like crumbling leaves in shaded streams
seated beneath my favorite tree
in a purple reverie
each drop of rain on each soft leaf
echoes my disconsolate grief
o faithless one! since you betrayed me
no ghost or memory can upbraid me
here on my bench of faded green
i fade into the passing scene
invisible, with soul destroyed
enveloped by the whispering void
here in the evening mist and dew
i rehearse each perfect scene with you
in a play that was never played
of gallant lover and sparkling maid
in a tale that was never spun
in a ballad that was never begun
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Loverly.
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